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130 years into Targaryen rule of Westeros
“The eldest of Lord Samwell Blackwood’s children was a young girl whom his Mallister bride named Celesse. The girl was small as an infant and slow to grow, though she contained a fighter’s spirit and surpassed her sickliness by the time she reached her second nameday. Lord Samwell carried his daughter everywhere, bouncing the child upon his knee as he listened to petitions and seating her at the high table by his side as he listened to his counsellors. Many assumed that he waited for a son, though as the years ticked by and no boy was born to Samwell and his wife, those around the family began to assume that young Celesse would inherit her father’s seat.
By the time that Lord Samwell’s wife produced a son, little Celesse had become beloved by all at Raventree Hall, with many a passing painter or bard proclaiming to compose art in her honor. The boy, named Benjicot, surpassed his sister as the castle’s heir, though he could not surpass her in the hearts of those who helped their father rule.
As she grew, Lady Celesse Blackwood proved herself to be a formidable young lady, accomplished in poetry recitation, needlework, and swordsmanship which she had been taught at the insistance of her father. Dark haired and willowy, the girl was regarded as a beauty by many who came upon her, though they often remarked that her emboldened personality and wry sense of humor spoiled her image.”
An excerpt from The Lineages of the Houses of the Riverlands by Maester Colren